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In Every Day An Hour

In Every Day An Hour

 

 

     I cannot lie to you,

I cannot relate my experience

As anything of any worth,

I cannot deceive you into

Believing this be a life worth

Living and beholding,

For in simple truth,

I cannot lie to you!

 

     My world is very different

From yours,

I share this ball - this globe

With you,

     But I am not here,

I am not upon the same

Soil we tread together,

And there,

There be the crux,

The paradox of how

Upon this plain; we

Can be Worlds apart.

 

     Life is something

That bears only irrelevance in meaning

Until we are done,

Then we bait one another

As to the authenticity

Of those that are gone,

     Some say aye, while

Others say nay,

But each individual experience

Is not truly known.

 

     I cannot lie to you your majesty,

I cannot lie to the pope,

I cannot lie to God himself,

And I cannot lie to myself;

     Life, be precious a gift

We make worthless on Earth,

And there are many I’ve walked with

I can declare God’s - themselves,

But we all forgo our wealth of humanity,

Whether rich or poor,

Of false lineage or not,

We ‘All’ by the time we are done,

Make fools of ourselves

In our glorious hunt;

     (For we’ll never find meaning

While demeaning ourselves,

Believing our souls

Be soundest of all),

 

     Time is what we

Have ‘now,’

(and even then, clocks

Are each of themselves open

      For debate),

 

     Time is what we are born

With yet we don’t know how long,

And we don’t purchase it,

We don’t look over the counter

For bargains of time,

But we all at a point share it together,

Yet all at that point

Uphold different meanings,

Forgetting that sharing

Be what we’ve never had,

 

     Life,

Is precious but taken

For granted, and sold

Like cheap liquor

To gluttonous advantaged,

And time still remains unknown

For the masses, who search

All their lives for meanings to die,

     Alas,

We have forgotten

Both in our achieving of history,

Where it’s futile to state,

We had glorious lives.

 

Michael J Waite 10th April 2014.

 

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